In the days before filter tips and the 101 mm marketing barrage, Chesterfields were the choice of poets and priests. I'm surprised God never did a TV spot... endorsement was lucrative in the day.

Real men smoked Camels, Lucky Strikes, spit little bits of tobacco from their lip between puffs. Women, before they grabbed a decent market share with their own skinny brand, would roll their eyes and wave their hands to disperse the whispy clouds.

*You little iconoclast, you*
People say they spit up their coffee when they want to indicate that they found something funny. Just now, I really did. Mad love for this and you can be sure it's going on my FB page toot-sweet.